Bronze Briefing – Stratholme Awaits

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“Once more the bronze beckoned us to their caverns, and once more they deliver less than appealing news. Apparently, Voros isn’t content with just the Scourge- he has now consulted with the Burning Legion, and now seeks to liaison with the beasts. It is our task to stop this- on top of removing an artifact from Voros’ person, that prevents us from killing him.   Though.. the bronze did mention he might have help. At least the dragons were courteous enough to give us time to prepare. -Ickariss”

(We are missing a post about the Fall Of Dalaran mini story in the campaign, while will be posted later though out of order of events. Stratholme is next!)

To: Forsaken High Command

8-18-2015 8-42-03 PM

To: Forsaken High Command

This is going to be brief, as with everything I have on my hands, I have little time available to write lengthy reports.

As everyone should know by now, the Cult of the Damned is currently a fragment of what it once was, but its members are still all too ambitious. A certain cultist, named “Voros,” took inspiration from Garrosh Hellscream, and managed to get into an alternate timeline of Azeroth. Specifically, around the time of the Fall of Lordaeron. In this timeline, he made and continues to make the Scourge significantly more powerful than they were before, which nearly guarantees that the living of that timeline will not stand a chance.

I, along with many others also apart of the organization known as the “Undercity Nexus”, were seen by the Bronze Dragons to be at fault. Their reasoning was that since we had earlier encounters with this particular cultist, we could have stopped it from happening. Therefore are responsible for fixing it. I was outraged towards this reasoning, as I am sure many others were, but we were sent to deal with it anyway.

Although we were forced into the alternate timeline, it is important to note that it is in our interest to take out any member of the Cult of the Damned when we get the opportunity, and that if nobody intervenes with this cultist’s plan, we may have to deal with another scourge pouring into our reality.

While we were there, it became unfortunately clear that the Nexus has a serious absence of an organized chain of command. Even the dragon they sent to assist us was unable to get us to focus on a single mission. The result of this was some of us just trying to find and kill Voros, and then leave, while others wanted to waste time helping the humans of this alternate timeline. It was a mess. If we instead just tracked down Voros’s location, while only communicating with others of this timeline to obtain information, we could have been in and out, as simple as that. Instead, it took a long time to even get an idea of where Voros was. What others need to understand is that once this alternate scourge is no longer a threat to us, it is no longer our problem.

Once we finally managed to focus on a single task, it was not enough. The cultist had enough scourge forces in between us and him that we were unable to complete the mission. We were too busy rescuing prisoners to complete the objective. Our defeat nearly came when we encountered a foe who was able to control the minds of half of us. This failure on our part complicates everything. The Bronze Dragons will soon send us back to that timeline, where we will attempt again to stop Voros once more. This is far from over, but it may simply be too late to stop this cultist when the Nexus lacks an organized chain of command. I would advise whoever reads this to make preparations for our failure. High Command must be ready to deal with another Scourge if need be.

– Deathguard Sergeant Henry

8-18-2015 10-36-00 PM

NPC Story: Blightcook Allison Williams

8-19-2015 7-21-51 PM

NPC: Blightcook Allison Williams

Story:

It takes a very strange sort of man to style himself a ‘blightcook.’ Mr. Allison Williams stands as the only currently known former member of the Cult of the Damned who did such. Born to loving parents who earned their keep as household servants to a small, but prosperous barony 27 years before the onset of the Third War, he wasn’t by any accounts special aside from one trait. His size. Standing at nearly seven feet in height, and sporting shoulders more suited to an Un’goro silverback gorilla than a man, the only thing preventing him from making an astoundingly impressive, and imposing figure in gleaming armor as a man-at-arms under his lord was, once again, his size. Allison was anything but athletic, and anything but motived by a desire for physical activity. From a young age, he helped his older sister (a scullery maid) in her duties, and while doing so ran odd jobs for other kitchen staff, including the chefs. This offered him ample opportunity to scavenge leftovers, and he rapidly earned numerous unflattering titles and nicknames.

Two traits developed as he aged that ensured he remained sheltered, and employed. The first was that, in his various scamperings he managed to pick up the culinary arts to an extent that some wondered if he was some form of savant (a skill that lead him to a position that in time would spell ruin and disaster for his erstwhile Lord and Lady). The second was a genuinely friendly, amicable, jovial, and down right mild, pleasant temperament. Quick to laugh, slow to anger, generous with affection, and stingy with venom, every member of the staff and family adored the house’s young chef. This state of being was not to last though. The cliché beginning of the end came, as oft times happened, with the failing health of a loved one.

A summer bought with dysentery claimed his mother quite suddenly. The Lord of the castle had been very generous with prayer for the woman’s health (devout as he was, this was expected), but somewhat less so with the gold required to hire a healer to tend to her, and as such she passed. Concealing a slowly festering resentment, and an even deeper depression resulting from the demise of the parent that had indulged him for the whole of his life, Allison found himself very vulnerable to a few suggestions made to him by one of the wandering couriers that frequented the keep. An end to death. Freedom and equality for all. Immortality for Lord and Peasant alike. This ‘cult of the damned’ seemed more like a ‘cult of damned good ideas’ as he later joked with his fellows. So. As the plague raged, and the faithful gathered to bask in the comfort of delicious food, loving company, high walls, well armed troops, and all the things that made life secure? Allison did what he did best. He cooked.

The Harvest Festival feast that year was, despite the troubles outside a grand one. Minor nobility, down to knights and squires filled vast tables in cavernous feasting halls. Servants, and Lords, all in their proper places crammed mouthful after mouthful of delectable meals down their gullets. The renowned chef’s skill had, if anything been understated by his bragging masters. This was the pinnacle of his career. Fresh, fluffy loaves of bread and rolls. Juicy, soft, perfectly prepared stuffing, and crisp, flakey pie crusts. No one asked where the grain that made the flour that produced these things had come from. Not until they started to fall ill. When the scourge came to enter that forlorn fortress? They found no resistance. Just reinforcements. Thus Blightcook Allison Williams earned his title.

Storyline: AU Fall Of Lordaeron

Status: Slain

Announcing: Sand & Blood: Death In Uldum RP Campaign

Moon Guard Rp Campaign

Something rather nasty is going on in Uldum.  

The Undercity Nexus, in the past, has successfully hunted down and eliminated remnant cells of the Cult of the Damned. We’ve stolen their research, usurped their plans, and for the good of Azeroth? We’ve pretty much been cleaning house where others have forgotten to dust. Or scrub. With corrosive cleaning chemicals and sometimes fire. Lots and lots of fire.

It’s been some time since the Nexus has gotten their last lead. But that’s about to change. 

Read more: http://undercityrp.boards.net/thread/548/sand-blood-death-uldum-campaign?page=1#ixzz3U7caNnmh

Let Them Run – Warrants Issued (RP Story)

(This is an rp story that is a tie into the Dance Of The Dead Halloween event. All characters listed here are listed with player consent and knowledge.)

Dance Of The Dead Event Thread: http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/9936653772

Paperwork is one of the single greatest elements of her duties that Ban dreaded. Her duties as a field Commander were less than glamorous, and the fact that she lacked someone to push paperwork on her behalf was a firm reminder as to just where she sat in the pecking order of the Forsaken military. After Varimathas’ betrayal, the Deathstalkers had largely been gutted and stripped of their privilege and utility. Today, only a few Deathstalkers retained much in the way of pomp, and those individuals she personally regarded as gifted !@# kissers who knew how to manage politics more than a dagger.

Within the Undercity proper, she returned to the ‘Rogues Quarters’ and there settled in to handle the task at hand: warrants were to be issued. The gesture of these particular warrants was shallow, just a political mask for the bare minimum sake of legality for what was to happen. Quill in hand, she consulted a collective of Intel on various persons within the Alliance. Who would she damn?

First removed from the list were the civilians, because they evoked too much of a bleeding heart complex and were not as fun to “judge”. The group of persons removed second from potential warrants were soldiers who were listed as aging, or too disabled to handle the game at hand. By the end of her sorting, Ban had a list of healthy soldiers in their prime, perfect targets to send a message with.

Quill in hand she began to write:

“ WANTED

To all whom it may concern, following persons of the Alliance are here by marked as wanted for unlawful actions against Undercity, The Lady Sylvannas, and the Forsaken. It is preferential that they be captured alive to face trial for their misdeeds. 

• Sir Nicholas Graveshire, Commander of the Grey Hand: this bestial man stands accused of engaging in ambushes on Forsaken military and civilian targets in the Silverpine area. A variety of murders are credited to this man, he is considered dangerous.
• Talrendor Nightwhisper: This man stands accused of having slaughtered a member of the Royal Apothecary Society who was engaging in peaceful field research. He is also credited with the burning of research labs, and civilian locations. Approach with caution, considered dangerous.
• Elizabeth Longstead: This woman is wanted for her sabotage, and theft of medical supplies that were being sent to the war efforts in Orgimmar. Approach with caution. 
• Collar: This individual is only known by an assumed alias. He is wanted for the torture and dismemberment of a number of Forsaken, often killing Forsaken in a prolonged and exceptionally painful manner in a manner that implies he has the tendencies of a true sadist. Approach with caution, considered dangerous.
• Sir Alverdo Blackmoore: A known faithful of the Light, this man has killed Deathguards and Apothecaries in peace time. He has made use of the Light in combat to inflict special and malicious pain upon his targets. Those who survive are maimed, and endure long term suffering. Approach with caution, consult a Lightslayer if possible.
• Penthe: A bounty hunter who has taken claim to hunting Forsaken during war and peace time. Their targets include civilians and non-combatants. Approach with caution.

~Signed, Deathstalker Field Commander #1971U”

The wording was simple and direct; there was no need for grandiose conjecture. Those who read the warrant would know its true purpose, and understand that this was just a small gesture that was a part of a far grander act. Those on the list were the desired game to hunt at the coming Forsaken festivities.

It would not take long for the warrant to circulate among the hands of the Forsaken, and in turn other members of the Horde….and finally perhaps even the Alliance. Her only regret was not being able to see the reactions of the Alliance when the hollow decree reached their hands.